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... promise of an early winter. It snapped at the eagle standards of the Fourteenth Legion and whipped at the flaps of the command tent, a ceaseless, mournful sound that frayed the nerves. Inside, General Gaius Maximus stood before his campaign table, the sprawling map of the Danubian provinces a familiar, orderly world of Roman forts and barbarian territories. It was a world he understood, a world of clear lines and clear enemies. The small, tightly rolled scroll of parchment in his hand, however, ...
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